The Flipped Bus

This is the last part of a very personal dream. Some details are omitted from this story.

I was on the top level of a white two-story bus driving through a city. I was the only person sitting on top. Penny (mentioned in previous dreams) was driving. The other passengers varied throughout the dream, but my brothers were common.

The evening came on and then it grew dark. There were beautiful skyscrapers on either side, and glowing purple and green lights. Then Penny swerved down an alley suddenly, I was confused and was about to ask where she was going. She came out the other side and ducked under a bridge. I felt wind rush over my head.

Suddenly I had a bird's eye view of a arching bridge that went high up over the city and then curved left and swooped back down into it. The bridge was crumbling.

There was another bridge that went over the first part of the arch bridge. The bus in front of ours had struck something, flipped completely upside down, and landed on the higher bridge. We had narrowly avoided the same fate by cutting a hard right, almost on the sidewalk.

There were hundreds of cars trapped on the bridge. People were running around screaming; there was a lot of pandemonium. The upper, right part of the bridge had a narrow opening and we went 80% of the way along the bridge until the obstructions became too much. Then the men got out and, under the supervision of a police officer, pushed auto obstructions out of the way to make room for the bus.

Most of the dream involved playing a detailed mental tetris game with the cars, maneuvering them carefully to avoid smashing things. Then we drove the bus off the bridge to safety.